Await

I feel restless again
And I wonder when you’ll come to me.
I wait for you in dreams,
In waking,
In the chilly night air.
Alone, I wait.
I don’t know why
Or what
Or how
Or when,
Only will and I only hope
I hope for something tangible and indescribable.
A conundrum for a dreamer.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

So beautiful and sad. In set-up dreams we always can win. I like the ending. Conundrum is a cool word. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote